the white suv

behind the large
car, almost a truck
with blinking lights,
and stickers on the bumper
proclaiming honor
students and how far
they've run
you wait as it tries
to in reverse parallel
park into a spot too
small to fit.
but she tries. you see
the head going back
and forth,
her face in the mirror.
a phone at her ear,
a cup of coffee in
the other hand
as she turns and turns
the wheel. there is no
room to go around,
no way to back up
and find another route.
you pull out the newspaper
and catch up on yesterdays
news. it could be awhile.